Chapter 2: you are a curse!
Trigger Warning:
This Chapter contains depictions of physical abuse, homophobia, and emotional distress. Please proceed with caution.
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Enzo’s POV
It’s been a week since Dad and I had that argument in my room. The room feels smaller every time I think about it, suffocating me with the weight of what he said. He’s been busy, so we haven’t had a chance to talk about it again, but I don’t know what I would say anyway. What could I say that would make him understand?
"...Am I right, Enzo?"
Miranda’s voice cuts through the fog in my mind, dragging me back to reality.
"What?" I blink rapidly, trying to refocus. I hadn’t even realized I’d zoned out.
"Where is your head, Enzo? You’ve been spacing out a lot lately. What’s going on?" She closes her book with a soft, almost hesitant thud, and looks at me, her brown eyes filled with concern.
My stomach churns, guilt flooding my chest. "It’s nothing," I say too quickly, my voice flat and unconvincing. "I’m just tired. Maybe we should call it a day."
She studies me for a long moment, brow furrowed, like she can see right through me. Her lips part as if she wants to say something more, but then she simply nods, her eyes filled with quiet worry. "Okay... but if you ever need to talk, I’m here."